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Being "hormonally-challenged" (as a friend of mine terms it) stinks big time. These mood swings are killers.

Song Lyric for the Evening

When things in my life are not what I would like, I run. Occasionally (rarely, these days) geographically, most often emotionally and socially. I am trying so hard not to do that right now, not to withdraw from contact with the entire human race. Listening to this helps keep me here.

( The Moon and St. Christopher, by Mary Chapin Carpenter )

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